The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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Pàgina 14
... still more chearful in adversity . In the Amphitrion of Plautus ( A & 2. Sc . 2. ) Alcmena fpeaks thus : What the world calls a portion with a wife I boast not of , as fuch : but chastity Becoming fhame , and moderate defires ; My fear ...
... still more chearful in adversity . In the Amphitrion of Plautus ( A & 2. Sc . 2. ) Alcmena fpeaks thus : What the world calls a portion with a wife I boast not of , as fuch : but chastity Becoming fhame , and moderate defires ; My fear ...
Pàgina 87
... still he wafted as the fnow congeal'd , When the bright fun his beams thereon doth beat . B. 3. C. 4. S. 49 . which poffibly he borrowed from Taffo , Gieru . Lib . 6 . 20. S. 136 . As against the warmth of Titan's fire Snow - drifts ...
... still he wafted as the fnow congeal'd , When the bright fun his beams thereon doth beat . B. 3. C. 4. S. 49 . which poffibly he borrowed from Taffo , Gieru . Lib . 6 . 20. S. 136 . As against the warmth of Titan's fire Snow - drifts ...
Pàgina 109
... still winter , In ftorin perpetual , cou'd not move the Gods To look that way thou wert . SCENE III . An Account of a Ghofts appearing in a Dream . ( 13 ) I've heard , but not believ'd , the spirits of the dead May ( 12 ) Strength of ...
... still winter , In ftorin perpetual , cou'd not move the Gods To look that way thou wert . SCENE III . An Account of a Ghofts appearing in a Dream . ( 13 ) I've heard , but not believ'd , the spirits of the dead May ( 12 ) Strength of ...
Pàgina 110
... still remind thee of thy plighted hand ; Nor think thofe facred ties no more remain , The fword of war divides the knot in vain , That very war fhall make thee mine again , my The phantom fpoke , and gliding from the place , Deluded her ...
... still remind thee of thy plighted hand ; Nor think thofe facred ties no more remain , The fword of war divides the knot in vain , That very war fhall make thee mine again , my The phantom fpoke , and gliding from the place , Deluded her ...
Pàgina 112
... in their trou- ble , he delivereth them out of their diftrefs . For he mak- eth the ftorm to ceafe , fo that the waves thereof are still , " & c . them and how the poor gentleman roar'd , and the 112 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
... in their trou- ble , he delivereth them out of their diftrefs . For he mak- eth the ftorm to ceafe , fo that the waves thereof are still , " & c . them and how the poor gentleman roar'd , and the 112 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 212 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Pàgina 205 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Pàgina 217 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Pàgina 209 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Pàgina 233 - No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pàgina 72 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pàgina 60 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pàgina 226 - That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pàgina 36 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Pàgina 236 - Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it, when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay; Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well.